She’s shaking and pacing as she holds the cake in her palm. “Oh my God, oh my God . . . did I just say all of those things?” I grip her shoulders, stopping her from moving, and bend at the waist to look her in the eyes. “You fucking did and, Jesus Christ, I’m so proud of you.” “You are?” Her lip trembles, and I can see that the adrenaline is starting to wear off. “Yes, Lia. That was so fucking amazing and well-deserved. Jesus, my nipples got hard in there listening to you.” That makes her smile. “Hard nipples, really?” I thrust my chest out at her, and with her non-cake-filled hand, she runs
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